Chapter nine hundred and forty seventh final farewell
When the lid of the tripod is opened, it becomes a small world inside.
The blood mist was churning with rich life energy, quickly overflowing, carrying a faint smell of blood, and bursts of coldness.
Chu Feng froze on the spot. The vigorous energy he sensed was absorbed by the Demon Ancestor's Cauldron from the land of Nirvana, and was not emitted by the blood mist.
In an instant, Chu Feng felt cold from head to toe. He could not feel the familiar breath of his old friends, there was no mark of them, and he could not see the light of their souls.
His ears were ringing, his vision turned black, stars appeared, and blood flowed silently from the corner of his mouth. He stumbled and almost fell to the ground.
Chu Feng felt like he was struck by lightning. He felt extremely uncomfortable. He couldn't breathe and was about to suffocate to death. He couldn't hear anything, and his vision was pitch black. He was holding on to the cauldron feebly, and his body was shaking.
I once had some hope, but now it has turned into despair.
He had always been worried and deeply uneasy, but when the lid of the cauldron was lifted and the extremely cruel truth was exposed, he still couldn't bear it.
He couldn't hear anything, he was deaf in both ears, and his eyes were blurred and couldn't see anything. There was only pain in his heart. He felt like he was enclosed in an isolated dark space.
Chu Feng's Adam's apple was moving, but he could only make a hoarse sound.
He couldn't cry even if he wanted to. There were no tears, only pain. His soul was about to be suffocated, its soul light dimmed, and he fell into endless darkness.
He couldn't break free, he felt only boundless suffering, walking alone in the sea of despair, the black space, the faint sea of suffering, there was no end, he felt that his whole person was about to die.
"Live, I just want you to live!"
His voice was hoarse, his body was trembling, and he felt helpless and desperate. This was completely different from what he had been in the past.
He has never been so weak, like a child. No one would have thought that he was Demon Chu. His legs could not support his body and he was about to fall down.
But his physical body could not bear the light of his soul, and it flickered violently, with blood dripping from his mouth, nose, and ears, and then two lines of blood slipped from his lifeless eyes.
Chu Feng wanted to cry, but he couldn't. He was like a wounded beast trapped in a place of despair. He couldn't feel anything about the outside world and was really sealed in darkness.
He was holding the cauldron unconsciously, as if his soul had been lost and could not find its way back. There was a whooshing sound in his mouth, neither crying nor laughing, just an uncomfortable hoarse cry.
I don't know how long it took for Chu Feng to breathe and break free from the darkness. He was gasping for air, covered in cold sweat, and his clothes were soaked.
There was only blood mist in the cauldron and no living beings. Neither his parents nor the scalpers survived, they all died.
The Demon Ancestor Cauldron was silent without any words.
How could this happen? Even if he had the worst guess, but it really happened, he was still heartbroken and felt so uncomfortable that he almost fainted.
"Dad, Mom, scalpers..."
Chu Feng called their names, tears finally shed, and the corresponding body functions were restored. He wanted to cry loudly, he wanted to howl, everyone was dead.
"Where is the soul light, where is their true spirit?!" He searched desperately, searching in the cauldron and in the blood mist, but he saw nothing.
Chu Feng was like an injured beast that had lost everything, trapped on his own island, howling deafeningly, feeling so sad that he could not control himself.
He is kneeling here on one knee. He really hopes to be just an ordinary person and live his life peacefully and peacefully with everyone else.
Now, there was nothing left, only himself, his parents' faces, warm words, concerned eyes, and other people's voices and smiles, all emerged, as if it was yesterday.
After a long time, Chu Feng staggered and left the dragon's nest, and then leapt into the East China Sea. He remained motionless in the cold water, walking along with the waves, and walked away unconsciously.
During this period, a sea creature swam up and opened its huge mouth. Then it was frightened and flew away, causing a large amount of wind and waves.
Chu Feng remained motionless, with his eyes closed, wanting to sleep forever and not wanting to wake up. He once again isolated himself from the world in his heart, and all he thought about were those people.
boom!
A long time later, a spiritual mountain under the sea shook violently. This was a manifestation of violent recovery. Like an active volcano erupting, a large area of spiritual energy energy surged, impacting all the Chu Feng that had drifted here.
He opened his eyes, which were dim and lifeless, but finally stood up, lost his soul, and walked alone, feeling extremely lonely and desolate, towards the dragon's nest.
He was hurt and sad in his heart, but he couldn't cry. He just kept silent and walked towards the place that made him sad and heartbroken again. He would not escape, but it was really uncomfortable and his heart ached very much.
In the Nirvana of the Dragon Nest, the Cauldron of the Demon Ancestor stands. It is still here, and it can only sigh at this result.
Chu Feng knew from the earliest days that the chance of success was slim. Taiwu once said that only within the best time period, the Heavenly Lord would be able to save those people, and there is no Heavenly Lord in the underworld!
However, he still held on to some hope, not asking for everyone to be resurrected, but asking for a few people to reappear, even if they were remnant souls.
Now, there is nothing.
"When we were in the Great Abyss, although their soul light was dissipating, there was still a little bit left. Now there is no trace at all?"
"It was decomposed and turned into energy matter, floating in the cauldron and no longer the soul light." The demon ancestor's cauldron informed.
Chu Feng was slumped and speechless.
He observed carefully and sensed this energy substance, and his heart suddenly went cold. This was almost like Qin Luoyin's death, and there was no true spirit anymore.
Qin Luoyin's soul light would have decomposed originally, but it was corroded by the golden substance and stuck together. It did not disperse, but the true spirit had dispersed.
"You are all gone..." Chu Feng cried silently. In the past few days, his life had experienced ups and downs, and he had experienced the most difficult and painful darkness.
"Leave these materials, don't bury them, I want to resurrect them." Chu Feng whispered, with loss and sadness, losing his former sharpness.
The soul light dissipated and was divided into energy matter. After all, these did not disappear between heaven and earth. They were suppressed by the Demon Ancestor Cauldron in the cauldron. Chu Feng waited for the dawn with the last glimmer of hope.
Finally, the Demon Ancestor's Cauldron shrank in size, and discussed with Chu Feng to enter the stone box to sleep. It felt that it was a treasure in the world of the sun, and that it was a weapon in the underworld, so it wanted to sense it and see if it could be restored.
Chu Feng nodded, took everything and left here.
Next, he didn't have any words, he couldn't even shed tears. He just went on the road alone and stood in the East China Sea. He couldn't see the dragon girl or the figure on the Immortal Mountain. He turned and left.
It's just that his back looks a little lonely, he's dull, and he doesn't have any words to say.
Chu Feng returned to the land, quiet and desolate. This was his own lonely journey, with no one to accompany him, and the group of joking companions from back then would never appear again.
He returned to the small town at the foot of the Taihang Mountains and his two-story home. The scalpers had lived here for a long time, but now it was very cold.
The night was already dark and Chu Feng did not turn on the light.
He came to the top of the building and looked at the dim starlight, dazed and full of sadness.
He grew up here during his childhood, and later moved away from this town with his parents.
Chu Feng was lying on the roof, making no sound. He thought of his parents taking care of him here when he was young. They were afraid that he would be cold and afraid that he would be hot. They cared and cared for him and watched him grow up.
Those warm scenes and those two amiable faces seemed to suddenly appear in front of him again. He reached out to touch them, approaching them like he did when he was a child, but there was nothing there.
My hands are empty, only the cold night.
Tears fell from the corners of Chu Feng's eyes, silently, as he lay here like this.
At dawn, he returned to his room, returned to his parents' bedroom, sat here, and then remained silent.
He stayed here for three days, constantly recalling every bit of the past, and replaying all the experiences he had since he was young, as if he were walking with his parents again, living together for more than 20 years.
Year.
Then, he left silently, and no one knew that he had returned to his home in this small town.
Chu Feng walked to the foot of Taihang Mountain. In this mountainous area, he and Zhou Quan met a scalper for the first time. At that time, it was very mysterious and very tormenting. Zhou Quan was so angry that he called it the Bull Demon King.
It was Huang Niu who brought Chu Feng to the path of cultivation. In the early stages of the sudden changes in the world and the recovery of mountains and rivers, he began to follow the evolution.
His life destiny started to change from here.
However, as for Yellow Ox, it is no longer there, Zhou Quan has also died, it has turned into blood mist, and even the soul light has been decomposed.
He really wanted to see them again. When they were together, there was always laughter, but now he couldn't even speak, and all he felt was sadness.
Chu Feng left, walked through the mountains, through the mountains and forests, and headed west. He came to Kunlun and sat on the top of a mountain, watching the sunrise quietly by himself.
Back then, when we were drinking from big bowls, eating big chunks of meat, and drinking freely with a group of brothers, even the old lama and the old master Wu Qifeng couldn't avoid it. They were dragged into the water and they also raised their glasses.
But now, the mountain wind blew by, leaving a lot of loneliness. Chu Feng took out the wine jar, poured one cup after another of wine, drank one cup himself, and then sprinkled it on the ground to pay homage to them.
"Brothers who share life and death, where are you? Who can kill Xiangyangjian side by side with me?"
His words were blown away in the wind, leaving only a whimper.
Chu Feng looked at the red rising sun, but he didn't feel the warmth. He was cold and lonely here, alone.
Sitting on the mountain, his thoughts went back to the past. During the great war between the East and the West, it was at the foot of this mountain that the Mastiff King roared and fought against the Arctic King, and the Peng King spread its wings to pursue the Black Dragon King.
Da Hei Niu contacted all parties and invited experts from all over the East. After the decisive battle, everyone pursued and killed all the way to the west.
It was also at that time that I met the unscrupulous Siberian tiger. Soon after, the Tiger King helped Chu Feng to fight against Schiller at Longhu Mountain, and they became friends through thick and thin. Later, the relationship became closer and closer, and the Tiger King also became a member of the Kunlun Mountains.
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There is also the old donkey with big teeth and long ears, and Ouyang Feng who always looks at people sideways and spits saliva. They all joined Kunlun later. Thinking of them makes people smile.
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But now, the mountains are silent.
Everyone is gone.
Not long ago, this place was very glorious. On the eve of the real crossing of the Yangjian people, all the tribes in the starry sky sent envoys here to congratulate them.
It seemed that this place was becoming prosperous, but it eventually changed overnight.
Before the disaster came, Qin Luoyin and the little Taoist priest rushed to the earth to remind Chu Feng that the divination master sensed something was wrong and predicted that the sky would split. Sure enough, everything was as it should be.
Chu Feng was lost in thought, feeling sad and regretful. The little Taoist priest was still there, but Qin Luoyin died soon after he came here to deliver the letter and remind him to be careful.
At this time, he really felt sad and angry. Sitting here, clenching his fists hard, he felt sad.
His parents, wife, and friends all left one by one. Although there were many people and evolvers in this vast world, he felt extremely lonely.
Chu Feng left Kunlun with crystal clear eyes.
A long time later, he stood by the river. At first, he took Qin Luoyin and the little Taoist priest down the Yangtze River to enjoy the scenery and see all the famous mountains and rivers.
After walking here, Chu Feng felt very tired, mainly because he was tired and sad.
He lay on a bamboo raft and went down the river, not caring about where he was drifting. He looked up at the sky, and the figures of his parents, relatives, friends, Qin Luoyin and others appeared in front of him again.
, he didn't want to move at all.
Lying on the bamboo raft and walking along the river, this was his lonely journey. At the end, tears fell silently from Chu Feng's eyes. He just looked at the sky, not wanting to do anything.
His heart was very sad and he missed those people, but he couldn't cry out loud.
All tears will be shed today. He feels that there will be no time to cry in the future. This is his last farewell.